Felice Oblivion (by Major Mystique) Part-2 Pollux (in caption) The memories of childhood are like the stars of the nightsky. Even from far away in the infinite, they glitter the past into your present life. "I-I had fever!" "Medical?" "Ma'am, I just rested at home! I did not go to the doctor!" The class giggles "Let me tell you that this will not work in ninth grade. You have to be regular or you'll suffer! This isn't your eighth grade where all is fun. You have to be serious and this is for all not just for... Siddharth!" Anjali says looking down into the register. Sid bows down on tbe pretence of humiliation and guilt.
